You‘ll be there sitting by yourself
And the world will come and meet you;
Your race will jump out like a shell
Between you and all that greet you;
Protecting you from some,
Separating you from some,
Making you invisible to many;
Making you scary to some,
Making you hated by some;
Making you a clichéd image to many;
Connecting you to others,
Uniting you with others,
Making you visible to this many.
And there’s nothing you can do about it
As if it were exactly how nature intended it.
You‘ll be there sitting by yourself
And the world will come and meet you.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river